"Uhhh...oh wow I really do not have a non-horrifying way to describe this, hahahha...but like a brownish red, sorta..." Jean trails off. They do manage to take Mort's hand, their own calloused in turn; swordsman's callouses, familiar to anyone committed to combat. They clear their throat, their blush changing character subtly. "...sorta...y'know...like drying blood. My old uniform was like that and I did like the look, it was a very sharp suit."
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